Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from South Sudan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Steve Hackett to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Danielle Patucci,
Amon Düül,
The Move,
Hot Snakes,
Subhumans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Stereo Dub,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
48th St. Collective,
The Divine Comedy,
the Slits,
Man Eating Sloth,
Flash Fearless,
Agitation Free,
Magazine,
Yusef Lateef,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alison Limerick,
Sam Rivers,
Outsiders,
The Trojans,
Josef K,
X-102,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bill Near,
Fad Gadget,
Ken Boothe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mission of Burma,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Knickerbockers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Smiths,
Motorama,
Public Enemy,
Kayak,
The Mojo Men,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dark Day,
AZ,
Dave Gahan,
Rites of Spring,
the Bar-Kays,
The Index,
DNA,
Scientists,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jesper Dahlback,
Deepchord,
Television Personalities,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Saints,
Soft Cell,
Ornette Coleman,
Minnie Riperton,
Easy Going,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.